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F.W.BOURDILLON. 



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AILES D'ALOUETTE 



BY 



F. W. BOURDILLON 



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BOSTON 

ROBERTS BROTHERS 

1891 



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Copyright, 1891, 
By Roberts Brothers, 



John Wilson and Son, Cambridge, U.S.A. 



THE ILLUSTRATIONS 

BY 

EDMUND H. GARRETT. 



PAGE 

''When like a lark the soul upsprings" 6 

"The night has a thousand eyes" 13 

"Sounds of the riverside are in my ear" 19 

"The weary ever-wandering waves" 24 

"The eyes of a maiden" 30 

"When softer breezes blow" 39 

"There is no summer ere the swallows come" ... 44 

"They grew in the grassy byway" 49 

"When rose-leaves in long grasses fall" 52 

"The lily weeps at even" 58 

"When in the woods I wandered" 62 

"I WOULD BE a cloud" 6? 



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AILES D'ALOUETTE 

Whe7t like a lark the soul icpsprings. 
Of verse she makes her airy wijigs. 

Oil may these verses, pair and pair. 
Some heart in heavenward JligJit upbear. 



CONTENTS. 



PAGE 

The Night has a Thousand Eyes 13 

In an Album 14 

A Valentine 15 

In April 16 

An April Shower 17 

A spring Evening 18 

June in London ig 

A Birthday in November 20 

A December Greeting 21 

Decay 22 

Latet Anguis 23 

The troubled Sea 24 

One Deed of Good 25 

c^-^ursum Corda 26 

Y Wyddfa 27 

Sight and Insight 28 

_' Within the gentle Heart Love shelters him . 29 

Sapphires ..... 30 

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10 CONTENTS. 

PAGE 

Adoration 3^ 

C^Li 32 

A Reproach and the Answer 33 

Seaweed 34 

Love, Forgive 35 

'Twixt thee and me 36 

1 give my Heart Z7 

In a distant Land 38 

A Song 39 

A white Dove on a Thundercloud 40 

A Moment 41 

The Shadow of Love 42 

Fast and Loose 43 

Love's Meinie 44 

A LOST Voice 45 

A Ghost 46 

A LOST Love 47 

Gathered Roses 4S 

Dropped Primroses 49 

-After Love's Death 50 

Light at Eventide 5^ 

Waiting 52 



CONTENTS. II 

PAGE 

^,.--The Difference 53 

De Profundis 54 

Relief 55 

Do the Dead think of the Living 56 

]/- Earth's Angels 57 

Angels' Tears 58 

1^— Patience 59 

7 ,^^So LONG ago 60 

A LA Chaleur du Jour 61 

When in the Woods I wandered 62 

The forsaken Dove 63 

May Memories 64, 65 

After Storm 66 

A Thought of Summer 67 

Old and new ()2> 

A Dedication 69 

A Day of Love 70 

Vibrations 71 

An English Eden 72 

Autumn Singers 73 



THE NIGHT HAS 
A THOUSAND EYES. 



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THE night has a thousand eyes, 
And the day but one; 
Yet the hght of the bright world dies 
With the dying sun. 



The mind has a thousand eyes 
And the heart but one : 

Yet the light of a whole 
life dies 
When love is done. 




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IN AN ALBUM. 

AS a faded flower 
Found in a book 
Brings back some hour, 

Some word or look ; 

So, though ill-wrought 

My verses be, 
May they bring one thought 

Of thy friend to thee ! 



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A VALENTINE. 

HAT is my wish for thee, sweet Valentine? 
A song of Spring, while Winter yet is here, 
Heralding Summer in the silent year, 
Be thine ! 



And for myself canst thou my wish divine? 
To think my greeting may be in thy sight 
Welcome as Summer's heralds, — this delight 
Be mine ! 



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IN APRIL. 

\T 7HAT tidings hath the swallow heard 
^' That bid her leave the lands of Summer 
For woods and fields, where April yields 

Bleak welcome to the blithe new-comer ? 

O heart, that hast despaired of Spring, 

Learn the sweet lesson of the swallow. 

To have no fear, though days be drear, 

But sunshine and soft airs must follow ! 



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AN APRIL SHOWER. 

HE primrose head is bowed with tears. 
The wood is rippling through with rain. 
Though now the heaven once more appears. 

And beams the bounteous sun ajrain. 
From every blade and blossom-cup 
The earth sends thankful incense up. 



happy hearts of flower and field, 

That soon as grief be overpast 
Your fragrant thankfulness can yield 

For troubled skies and rainful blast! 

1 would that I as soon could see 
The blessings of adversity ! 



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A SPRING EVENING. 



A CROSS the glory of the evening skies 
"^*- A veil is drawn of shadowed mists that rise 
From lavishness of God's late gift the rain. 



So, after farewell said, fond memories 

Of words and looks the sweetest come again 
Across the glowing heart, a veil of pain. 



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JUNE IN LONDON. 



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OUXDS of tlie riverside are in my ear 
Through tlie long day ; 
The merry haymakers I plainly hear, 
The tossing hay. 



O cruel dreams, that tlirough the roaring 
town 
Mine ears engage ! 
Alas, poor lark I wliose home was once 

the down, i 

But now a cage ! '^" 




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A EIRTHDAY IX NOVEMBER. 

\1l /"HAT bird's song for her birthday can I find? 
' ' What blossom by the rain not rent and bowed? 
What green-left spray, of summer to remind. 

Wlien woods are leafless, and the wind is loud? 

Sweeter my song shall be than wood-birds sing, 

Fairer my flower than summer rose shall prove, 

Greener my leaf-crown than the woods in spring, 
A simple verse that breathes of living love. 



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A DECEMBER GREETING. 

jn* LOWERS I give for a gift of flowers, 
-'■ Lilies with lilies pay: 

Yours were a gift of golden hours, 
But how can mine be gay? 

My flowers are verses, the sad year's last, 

Yet haply not all in vain, 
For the grace of your gift to my soul has passed. 

May it here be given again I 



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DECAY. 

LUSTRE of decay! 

The daylight glides away 
In glow of richer glory than at noon: 
Autumn, that steals the flower, 
Gives the tree golden dower, 
And crimsons walls that will be leafless soon. 

O dimness of decay ! 

The sunset hastes away, 

And leaves the world the lone and darkling night 

And Autumn when he flies 

Leaves only howling skies. 

And trees that toss their naked boughs in fright. 



LATET AXGUIS. 

A H I full of purest influence 
''*■ On Iniman mind and mood, 
Of holiest joy to human sense 

Are river, held, and wood ; 
And better must all childhood be 
That knows a garden and a tree. 

For where can one diviner orleam 
On leagues of houses lie? 

And what of Heaven can childhood dream 
That scarce has seen the sky? 

Yet sin and sorrow's pedigree 

Spring from a Garden and a Tree. 



23 



THE TROUPiLED SEA. 



THE weary ever-wandering waves, 
That know no change from their unrest. 
Make murmuring in hollow caves, _ 

And sighing on the soft sand's breast, .^ 
That they forever to and fro 
Beneath the pitiless sky must go. 



The toiling tempest-driven ships. 

That buffet with the angry foam. 

Escape at last its hungry lips 

And hail their white-cliffed harbor-home, 

But the wild waves no rest may know. 

But toss forever to and fro. 




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ONE DEED OF GOOD. 

F I might do one deed of good, 
One little deed before I die, 

Or think one noble thought that should 
Hereafter not forgotten lie, 

I would not murmur though 1 must 

Be lost in Death's unnumbered dust. 

The filmy wing, that wafts the seed 
Upon the careless wind to earth, 

Lives only for a moment's deed. 

To find the germ fit place for birth ; 

For one swift moment of delight 

It whirls, — then withers out of sight. 



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SURSUM CORDA. 

HOW can the out-worn heart 
To earth that clings 
From self-spun cerements start 
On rainbow wings? 

How from its husk had flown 

The butterfly 
Save with its wings were grown 

Love of the sky? 



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Y WYDDFA. 

THE SUMMIT OF SXOWDON. 



HTHE Place of Presence! Viewless phantoms crowd 
■* In mist and cloud; 

And in dark chasm and deep abyss beneath 
Hides dreadful Death. 



Not his nor theirs the Presence nor the Place ! 

Close to the face 
Of Heaven we stand, and more in love than fear 

Feel God is here. 



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SIGHT AND INSIGHT. 

BY land and sea I travelled wide; 
My thought the earth could span; 
And wearily I turned and cried 
" O little world of man ! " 

I wandered by a greenwood's side 

The distance of a rod: 
My eyes were opened, and I cried 

"O mighty world of God!" 



28 



WITHIN THE (JENTLE HEART LOVE SHELTERS HIM, 
AS BIRDS WITHIN THE (iREEN SHADE OF THE GROVE. 



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0\'E in the heart is as a nightingale 
That sings in a green wood; 
And none can pass unheeding there, nor fail 
Of impulses of good. 



Though cruel brief be Love's bright hour of song, 

Yet let him sing his fill ! 
For other hearts the echoes shall prolong 

When Love's own voice is still. 



29 



SAPPHIRES. 




OxNDERFUL is the sea, 
And the sky above the hill, 
But the eyes of a maiden be 
More wondrous stilL 




For not the nightly skies 
Such depths discover, 

As, when she loves, her eyes 
Do to her lover. 



30 



ADORATION. 

J\ /I AIDEN, do you wonder why my eyes 
^ *■ So deeply gaze in thine ? 
Not alone because night's clearest skies 
With no such lustre shine ; 

But that deep within the world there lies 

A mystery divine ; 
And I know not where, save in such eyes, 

To worship at its shrine. 



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CJELI. 

F stars were really watching eyes 

Of angel armies in the skies, 
I should forget all watchers there, 
And only for your glances care. 

And if your eyes were really stars 
With leagues that none can mete for bars 
To keep me from their longed-for day, 
I could not feel more far away. 



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A REPROACH AND THE ANSWER. 

nPHE Sun cried to the laughing Sea, 
' '• Leave thy sweet wiHng ! 
Hast thou no depths of love in thee, 

Too deep for smiling ? " 
But ever, till the day was done. 
The Sea turned laughing to the Sun. 

But in the darkness and the storm, 

Could he discover 
What terrors toss, what fears deform 

His laughing lover? 
Oh, vainly love prays love look sad 
When his mere presence makes her glad. 



33 



SEAWEED. 

A LAS, poor weed ! The careless tide 
^*- Has left thee with his lightest foam ; 
And now a desert drear and wide 

Divides thee from thy wished-for home. 
The tide may bear thee back once more, 
But canst thou live thy life of yore? 

Alas, I too am left awhile 

By her I love in lightest play ; 

On distant loves I see her smile, 
I hear her laughter far away. 

Her heart may turn to me again, 

But can my heart forget the pain? 



34 



O LOVE FORGIVE. 



LOVE forgive ! 



The sunny slopes forgive the passing cloud, 

And we who live 
Less near to heaven than they should be less 
proud. 

No punishment 
Can pass the pain e'er to have grieved thee ; 

And I present 
My heart thus chastened thy new slave to be. 



35 



'TWIXT THEE AND ME. 

WILL not reason why I love, 

Or what I love in thee. 
There breathes some secret from above 
In every flower we see. 

Suddenly as we pass we own 
Some glimpse or scent divine. 

Such secret to none others known 
Mv heart has found in thine. 



36 



I GIVE MY HEART. 

GIVE my heart ! An empty hand 

Were never gift to thee ! 
But oh, that thou couldst understand 

What means this gift from me ! 

No mist that melts into the air, 

Nor rain into the sea, 
Doth more its whole of being share 

Than I do, love, with thee ! 



37 



IN A DISTANT LAND. 

All Y heart has wandered far from me 
^ '^ * On wings of love to-night, 
Has passed a thousand leagues of sea 
Swifter than swallow's flio-ht. 

What doth thy journey profit thee, 

Thou idle wanderer, 
Who canst not take my eyes to see 
Nor tongue to talk with her! 



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HEN softer breezes blow 
And Winter tlies, 
How blue the rivers How 
Beneath blue skies ! 




Ah. darlinii. it is sweet 

After long pain 
When your glad eyes repeat 

My love again ! 



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A WHITE DOVE ON A THUNDER-CLOUD. 



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WHITE dove on a thunder-cloud, 
A white sail on a sullen sea ; 
But sail nor dove is white as love 
That in sorrow came to me. 



The white dove fled, and tempest came ; 

The white sail vanished from the sea; 
But my white dove that is my true love 

Can never depart from me. 



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A MOMENT. 

HEN the lightning flashes by night, 

The raindrops seem 
A million jewels of light 
In the moment's gleam. 



And often in gathering fears 
A moment of love 

To jewels will turn the tears 
That it cannot remove. 



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THE SHADOW OF LOVE. 

HE branching shades in woodland glades 
Seem to the under fern 
Wide as the night that leaves no light, — 
No shape can they discern. 



And we who seek in senses weak 

Love's form to entertain — 
So far Love's whole o'erspreads the soul 

Too oft see only pain. 



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FAST AND LOOSE. 

OVE holds me so ! 

I would that I could go ! 
I flutter up and down, and to and fro, 
In vain; Love holds me so! 



Love let me go. 

I seek him high and low ; 

I wander up and down, and to and fro, 

In vain, in vain; and life is cruel woe, 

Since Love has let me go. 



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LOVE'S MEINIE. 



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HERE is no summer ere the swallows come. 




Nor Love appears, 
Till Hope, Love's light- winged herald, lifts 



the gloom 



c>^ Of vears. 




There is no summer left when swallow^s fly, 

And Love at last, 
When hopes which filled its heaven droop 
and die, 
^ Is past. 




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A 



A LOST VOICE. 

THOUSAND voices fill my ears 
All day until the light grows pale ; 
But silence falls when night-time nears, 
And where art thou, sweet nightingale? 



Was that thine echo, faint and far? 

Nay, all is hushed as heaven above ; 
In earth no voice, in heaven no star. 

And in my heart no dream of love. 



45 



A GHOST. 

MET a ghost in an old bare house, 
That looked with lustreless eyes at me, 

And drove from my eyes sweet dreams and drowse. 
Till the morning made it tiee. 

My house is builded of years decayed, 

And in vain I fill it with new gflad light, 

For a love that is lost is a ghost unlaid 
That troubles the silent night. 



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A LOST LOVE. 

S our childhoocrs world of wood and field. 
That strangers now possess ; 
As a dead mother's face in sleep revealed 
To her child in its lonehness ; 

As a dream of home to an exile banished 

Forever beyond the sea, — 
So vainly sweet, O love long vanished, 

Is the sound of thv name to me ! 



47 



GATHERED ROSES. 

/^^NLY a bee made prisoner, 
^-^ Caught in a gathered rose ! 
Was he not ' ware a flower so fair 
For the first gatherer grows ? 

Only a heart made prisoner, 
Going out free no more ! 

Was he not 'ware a face so fair 

Must have been gathered before? 



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DROPPED PRIMROSES. 

nPHEY grew in the grassy byvva}', 

■* With the hazel wands overhead ; 

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They he in the dusty highway, ; 

Dying or dead. L 

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O flowers too soon forsaken I I . ' 

O tender hearts grief-torn ! ^ •. * ^M 

By a hght love idly taken, "^ * "^ '- -^ 'j*,! 



And left forlorn ! 

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AFTER LOVE'S DEATH. 



A FTER the sunshine, night ; 
*^*- After the summer, rain ; 
After days of deUght 
Come days of pain. 



After the darkness, light; 

After the winter, spring. 
After Love's death, delight, 

Ah, who can bring ! 



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LIGHT AT EVENTIDE. 

\1 7HAT heart except to die can find 
' ' The rain-beat roses, 

Though storms be past and heaven grow kind 
Ere daylight closes? 

O sunless lives, long taught to bend 

By years of sadness, 
What can ye do if sorrows end 

But die of gladness ? 



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WAITING. 



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HEN rose-leaves in long grasses fall 



To hide their shattered head, 
All tenderly the grasses tall 

Bow down to veil the dead. 

And there are hearts content to wait. 

Still as the grasses lie. 
Till those they love, however late, 

Turn there at last to die. 



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THE DIFFERENCE. 



SWEETER than voices in the scented hay, 
Or laughing children gleaning ears astray, 
Or Christmas songs that shake the snows above, 
Is the first cuckoo, when he comes wdth love. 



Sadder than birds on sunless summer eves, 
Or drip of raindrops on the autumn leaves, 
Or wail of wintry waves on frozen shore. 
Is spring that comes but brings us love no more. 



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B 



DE PROFUNDIS. 



ELOW the dark waves where the dead go down 



Are gulfs of night more deep ; 
But little care they whom the waves once drown 
How far from light they sleep. 



But who, in deepest sorrow though he be, 

Fears not a deeper still ? 
Would God that sorrow were as the salt sea, 

Whose topmost waters kill ! 



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RELIEF. 

LANK has the day been, 
Blind all the sky: 
White has the way been, 
Chill the snows he. 



Only at nightfall 

Heard faint and low, 
Hark! 'tis the light fall, 

Rain on the snow. 



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DO THE DEAD THINK OF THE LIVING? 

DO the dead think of the living, 
In the blue heaven overhead, 
All repenting, all forgiving. 

As the living of the dead? 

Yes ; but while we weep, surveying 
Pathways long and lonely feet, 

They in heaven smile softly, saying, 
" 'Tis to-morrow and we meet I " 



56 



EARTH'S ANGELS. 

"VIZ HAT though no more in human guise, 
On radiant pinions borne, 
Are angels seen of mortal eyes, — 
Earth is not left forlorn. 

Some bird that sings in hopeless hours 

God's messenger may be; 
And I have seen in primrose flowers 

God's angfels smile on me. 



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ANGELS' TEARS. 



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HE lily weeps at even, 
For vapors fallen anew 
From the clear vault of heaven 

Turn at her touch to dew. 
"Tis only so heaven's tearless eyes 
With mortal woes can sympathize. 



Know ye the white-souled maiden 
That's like the lily bell? 

When her soft eyes are laden 
With teardrops, men may tell 

The angels' sympathy appears, 

Made visible in human tears. 



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PATIENCE. 



OTILL are the ships that at anchor ride, 
'^ Waiting fair winds or turn of the tide; 
Nothing they fret, though they go not yet 
Out on the glorious ocean wide. 
O wild hearts, that yearn to be free, 
Look and learn from the ships of the sea ! 



Bravely the ships in the tempest tossed 

Buffet the waves till the sea be crossed ; 

Not in despair of the haven fair. 

Though winds blow backward, and leagues be lost. 

O weary hearts that yearn for sleep, 

Look and learn from the ships on the deep ! 



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so LONG AGO. 

/"^HILD of the dark eyes, do you know 
^— ^ What it is makes me kiss you so ? 

'Tis that your eyes are dark and deep, 
And love in their low depths seems to sleep, 
As in those of my love when he kissed me so. 
Long ago, ah ! long ago. 

Child of the dark hair, can you guess 
Why from yovir head I cut a tress? 

Because his lock, of the same dark hue. 

I burnt in scorn when he proved untrue. 
But now I could look on it calmly, so. 
It was so long, so long ago. 



60 



A LA CHALEUR DU JOUR. 

LANDS of our childish dreams, 
Of flowers and happy streams, 
Too far, too far beyond recall ye fade. 
Children and butterflies. 
What gain ye, growing wise, 
To make amends for happiness decayed? 

The wood's enchanted ways, 

Trees that were haunts of fays. 

All, all have lost their spell; and what remains 

Save memory, and troth-plight 

With some far-off delight, 

For Eden's outcast, toiling on hot plains? 



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WHEN IN THE WOODS I WANDERED. 



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HEN in the woods I wandered, 
The gift of bird-hke song 
Came on me full and strong; 
And many a verse I squandered 
The woods and ways along. 



But now my verse, though pondered 
With labor sad and long, 
Strives vainly to be strong. 
Ah me ! the gift so squandered ! 
Ah me ! the bird-like song ! 



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THE FORSAKEN DOVE. 

/^NCE, in the dying clay, 

^-^ Into the golden skies, 

On wings as gold as they 

I watched a wood-dove rise. 
Into the shining clouds afar 
He shot, and vanished like a star. 

But all the moonless night 
I heard in the dark wood 

One plaining her sad plight 
In doleful solitude. 

O cruel light to take my love ! 

O lonely night ! O forlorn dove ! 



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MAY MEMORIES. 

y^H, for the light-hearted 

^^ Life and the passionate 
Pulse, and the fetterless 

Feet, and the strong 
Stream of enthusiast 
Thought, when the spirit of 
Spring like a Bacchanal 

Bore me along I 
Oh, the luxuriant 
Leaves, and the effluent 
Flowers, and the resonant 

Raptures of song! 



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Oh, for the mirth-brino-inor 
Morns, and the nectarous 
Noons, and the exquisite 

Eves, when the fair 
P^ace of the noiseless queen 
Night, with her eloquent 
Eyes, and her azure 

Abysses, lay bare; 
And like a breath from the 
Briar, from the sensitive 
Soul rose the innocent 

Incense of prayer! 



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AFTER STORM. 

IND and wave are sleeping now j 
Leaps no more the lashing surge; 

And the hghthouse on the brow 

Glimmers to the distant verge. 

Still below, vague and low. 

Croons the sea her solemn dirge. 

Sail and seagull all are flown : 

Safe in haven or cleft they lie; 

And the stately moon alone 

Moves along the stainless sky. 

Still for aye, night and day, 

The sea-voices moan and sigh. 



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A THOUGHT OF SUMMER. 



WOULD be a cloud 
Half-way up to heaven; 

Not aloft and proud, 

Nor too low, and driven 

In a whirl of rain 

O'er the shivering plain. 

But a cloud all w^hite 
In a heaven all blue. 

Hanging in men's sight 
Half a long day through, 

And when daylight goes, 

Dying in soft rose. 




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OLD AND NEW. 

^T T^HERE are they hidden, all the vanished years? 
^ ^ Ah, who can say ! 
Where is the laughter flown to, and the tears ? 

Perished? Ah, nay ! 
Beauty and strength are born of sun and showers ; 
These too shall surely spring again in flowers. 

Yet let them sleep, nor seek herein to w^ed 

Effect to cause, 
For Nature's subtlest influences spread 

By viewless laws. 
This only seek, that each new^ year may bring, 
Born of past griefs and joys, a fairer spring ! 



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A DEDICATION. 

]\TOT of his treasures gives the sea, 
Not gold or jewels to the land, 
Nor of all precious things that he 

Has ravished with his robber hand. 
With worthless weeds he wreathes her o'er. 
With shells inivalued lines the shore. 

Ev'n so his reverent love he shows 
By giving not his costless pelf, 

But that which of his beinsf 2:rows, — 
True gift it is to give of self. 

For my poor gift let this atone : 

I give thee what is most my own. 



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A DAY OF LOVE. 



DEAR is the sunny between-while 
Of April skies, 
Though black with storm in the meanwhile 
The clouds arise. 



Tho' the clouds that shall burst on the morrow 

Be gathering above, 
So dear in a year of sorrow 

Is a day of love. 



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VIBRATIONS. 



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HAT wonder if when Love awakes 
Suddenly the tense heart breaks ! 



As at the organ's thundering 
Breaks the lute's responsive string ! 



Ah. sadder heart, where Love has o-rown 
Stealthily, his name unknowai ! 
As at some wandering noiseless air 
The wind-harp wakens to despair. 



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AN ENGLISH EDEN. 

"PTOSES drop their petals all around 
^ ^ In that enchanted ground, 
And all the air is murmurous with sound 

From the white-tumbling weir; 
So that all sounds or voices heard anear 
Do half unreal appear. 

As one half-waking from a dreamless sleep 

Is fain his thought to keep 
Thus floating ever 'twixt the night's black deep 

And the blank glare of day: 
So in that Eden pauses life midway 

'Twixt dawning and noonday. 



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AUTUMN SINGERS. 

"II 7" HEN woods are gold and hedges gay 
' " With jewelled Autumn's brief array, 
And diamonds sprinkle every spray, 

The robin sings 
His soft melodious well-a-day 
For dying things. 

Yet often, when a riotous night 

Has ruined half the wood's delight, 

There breaks a spring-day warm and bright; 

And the thrush sings, 
As if his April were in sight. 

Of quickening things. 



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